Page 17 of Only in the Dark
“Fuck, Little Serpent. You’re driving me insane. I need to be inside you.”
He thrust his hips up in a cute little attempt to shove himself inside me, but he failed because I used my body to apply pressure to keep him still. He whimpered when I faltered his plan.
“Patience, baby. I’m worth it,” I whispered near his ear, trailing kisses down his neck before biting his earlobe, then biting down his neck a few times. I settled my lips on his collarbone, sucking a hickey into the skin until I licked over the mark left behind. I moved my hips back and forth slowly, taunting him with the inviting wetness of my pussy. “Do you want to be inside me?” I questioned, low and seductive.
“Yes, please,” he said, then let out a soft, broken whimper. A low moan followed, as if it had slipped past his lips before he could stop it. His body tensed, fingers gripping the comforter below him, and I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his breath hitched. He was unraveling, and I loved it—loved how he clung to control even as it slipped through his grasp, how every sound he made was laced with want.
“You need to beg. Beg me to allow you to touch me. Beg me to let you fuck me. I know you crave it.” I made sure to keep rubbing myself on him to lead him to his breaking point, my hands clawing their way down his chest and settling on his sculpted abs. Kieran had always had a better, more muscular build than his brother, being a detective instead of a boring banker.
“Please,” he gasped, eyes wide, voice trembling on the edge of a sob. “Let me touch you, Little Serpent. I’m starving for the heat of your skin under my hands. Need to feel you ride me or I’ll lose my goddamn mind. You’re poison, and I’d let you kill me just to taste you one more time.”
The sound of his begging made him impossible to resist. It shouldn’t have thrilled me the way it did, but God, I needed it. His desperation fed something inside me I didn’t know was starved.
I leaned down, let my breath tickle his ear, and whispered, “Touch me.”
He didn’t hesitate—his hands gripped my hips like he’d die if I slipped away, holding me there like I was something wild he couldn’t bear to lose.
I smirked, rolling my hips just enough to make him groan. “Mmm… should I let you in, since you’ve been such agood boy?” I purred, dragging the words out like a slow lick. “Should we show your brother what he’s going to miss?”
Kieran frantically nodded, a soft whimper escaping. “Please.” He was a breathless, speechless mess of desperation, and I had made him that way.
I wasted no more time, reaching behind me and taking hold of his cock, slotting it against my dripping pussy before slowly lowering myself until every inch was seated inside of me. The fact that he had stretched me open not long ago didn’t stop the burn from his thick cock. It didn’t help that I went straight to the hilt instead of warming up, getting my body used to him. One day, it’d slide in easily from how often we’d probably fuck. I had already decided I wanted more. Kieran accepted my darkness, and I needed that. I couldn’t keep pretending I was someone I wasn’t.I couldn’t deal with another Matthew in my life. Kieran was dangerous, but he felt like home to me.
“Holy shit. Nothing has ever felt this good,” Kieran said, his voice broken. His head shifted to look at his brother. “You fucked up, man. No one is better than Olivia.”
I rewarded him by moving my hips up until he was barely inside me, then pushing back down to the hilt, repeating the movement in a slow, rhythmic motion. I wanted to start off slow because driving him insane filled me with immense power.
“Stop!” Matthew shouted. “You’re too good for him, Olivia. You belong with me,” he argued, his face pinching in anger, but he also looked like he was struggling to hold in his disgust. He didn’t want me back—he just didn’t want to see me with his brother.
I leaned over and pressed my finger into the stab wound on his side. He winced before letting out an anguished scream, pleading for me to stop. I removed my finger from his bleeding wound, rubbing the blood on Kieran’s skin. He loved playing with a little blood, and I imagined a future where we’d kill more people together and share in the blood of evil men. But would he want that, or would he find my desire disturbing?
“Watching you bathe in blood, Little Serpent—it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t just accept your darkness. I worship it. I love you, and I’ll stand behind every wicked thing you crave,” Kieran promised, sealing his fate and somehow reading my mind. I’d never let him go. If he tried to leave me, I’d be worse than him when he began stalking me.
I looked over at Matthew, noticing his closed eyes, his head turned to the side. I wouldn’t let him get away with looking in another direction.This was a punishment for him—a reminder of what he gave up when he cheated on me, assaulted me, and assaulted minors. I grabbed the knife I stashed by Kieran’s head, pressing the tip into his thigh enough to draw a smidge of blood.
“Don’t look away, or I’ll stab this so far into your femoral artery you’ll bleed out in minutes,” I threatened, a dark tone surrounding my words. Matthew wouldn’t know peace for the rest of his short life. “Watch so you know what it looks like when a girl orgasms for the first time in your miserable, pathetic life, since you don’t understand consensual sex and pleasure.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he spat, turning his head to lock eyes with me in a battle for dominance. I didn’t stop riding Kieran, my hips moving up and down with a harsher force, but keeping the slow, steady pace.
“Harder, baby, please. I need more before my control snaps from desire,” Kieran begged, his voice whimpering when I swiftly moved the knife to his neck, nicking it just enough for a small amount of blood to trickle onto the bed. We’d have to pay the club for new bedding…and maybe new flooring. Or an entire renovation of the room when I was done with it.
“Don’t forget who is in control here,” I bit out, leaning down and licking some of the blood from his neck.
He groaned. “Fuck. You were carved from sin just for me, my little devil. I’ll bleed for you willingly whenever your darkness thirsts.”
His words caused the pace of my hips to increase, and I sloppily leaned over and jabbed my knife into Matthew’s thigh. The sharp blade pierced his flesh, and his agonized screams echoed in my ears, igniting a twisted thrill inside me.I left the knife embedded in his leg, and leaned forward, pressing my body against Kieran’s. I switched to grinding my hips against his, seeking friction on my clit while he was buried inside me. He didn’t complain as I circulated my hips. I could tell he enjoyed it when his moans began to mix with mine, both of ours increasing in volume and filling the room.
No one would listen to Matthew’s screams because we were louder.
I loved the slow, sensual feeling, but I knew we both wanted things to be more rough, so I leaned up, bracing my palms on his chest. I kept myself at an angle where friction remained on my clit, but I bounced myself up and down harder and faster than before, ready to reward him for his effort, and ready to kill his brother. I studied Kieran’s face—his almost black eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the new bite mark on his lip leaking a tiny amount of blood from where he had bitten it. He looked devilishly handsome when he wore his long-sleeved shirts and remained quiet around me, but seeing him lose himself like this, hearing him moaning louder than me, drove me feral with need. The blood falling from my ex’s body had an effect, too.
“I want you to fill me with your cum, Kieran. So deep inside me. I want to be reminded of you for days. I want to feel you drip from me while we leave this club together,” I told him between harsh breaths.
His grasp on my hips tightened, holding me in place while he pushed his hips up, burying himself inside me. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my throbbing clit and working it with rough, urgent strokes.A ragged moan tore from my throat as my teeth sank into my lip, the sharp edge of pain only heightening the pleasure flooding through me. My orgasm hit me fast, my walls clenching around him while I remained impaled on his cock. I pressed my forehead to his chest, moaning against his sweaty skin as I felt every pulse of his dick as he unloaded inside of me, filling me completely in a way that made me crave more. I had never let anyone finish inside me before Kieran. He would be my undoing.
The clank of metal became louder than our moans, interrupting my perfect orgasm, but I didn’t let it stop me as I bit his nipple, loving the sound of his grunt and the way his hips stuttered as the last of his orgasm ripped through him.
I collapsed against his chest, my breathing hot and heavy, my eyes on Matthew. His brows drew together in a slow, deliberate pinch. The corner of his mouth twitched, but no words came—only the quiet burn of a gaze that lingered too long to be anything but anger. I could sense the shift in Matthew’s emotion from trying to preserve what he thought of me, to hating me. He wouldn’t beg for me back anymore. He finally saw me for what I was inside—depraved. Dark. Deadly.
